bathroom slacker....

Yesh, I have been soo slacking. Since I'm sitting at home pampering the rhino, digging Ellen Degeneres, I thought I'd best start catching up on my bathroom blogging... rather than my TGFb thesis shtuff.

The other night the hallway bathroom at the Lil' Shamrock was out of order. But yet we still saw people wandering in there. I'm hoping that it was closed for some sort of floor installation to allow for roller skating.

I'm a big fan of Pacific Catch. Fresh fish, and double happy hour. And somehow I really love the material that they used for the bathroom stalls. Plus I have paper towel envy. Theirs is 13 times nicer than the ones we have in the lab.

Marnee Thai's bathroom? Yawn, nondescript.

Lime. I haven't been then in forever, since the days of working in the rat farm with the Thai gay boys. The whole restaurant is neon, bright white, and vibrant. But the bathroom? Beautifully done, nice large mirror covering the whole wall. But the paint color is brown. Poop brown. Dark and weird. I found it a stark contrast to the rest of the restaurant. And while the unisex bathroom has a lock on the door, the men's room doesn't. That made a funny little question mark in my mind. But more importantly, girls eat for half price on Tuesdays, and I found this half off food better than expected.

The Lookout. They had the outside bubble blower on... And since it was a fun night in the Castro, I think I remember that they have a corner stainless steel sink. Which sort of gave me a prison-esque feeling. Maybe that's part of the charm?

Canto do Brasil. I've been a fool for walking by without going in. That night was just what the doctor ordered. It started with a solid, "wait for it, wait for it..." and a greeting from a suave accent who was rumored to be too narrow at the waist, but as usual, I'm oblivious. The feijoada was killer. I've previously overdosed on black beans, but these were a complex layer of pork-i-ness and made with lots of luv. My second caiprinha came with a paddle parrot accoutrement which I somehow lost in Macy's, but had fully intended on naming Fido. Practically heart broken. But focus. The bathroom was a strange dichotomy. Snazzy marble countertop and a fancy clear glass above the counter bowl. But the water faucet plumbing wasn't proper, and the rest of the facilities wasn't up to the same level. And there was some double door action.

The bathrooms at the Westfield have fancy Dyson hand dryers, but there was a small girl with a Razor scooter in there. I found that odd.

I scolded Kevin that his toilet is constantly running and therefore wasting a lot of water. I suspect that utilities are included in the rent,,,?

Little Star Pizza has a cute piece of art work and darkly painted walls.

Random house party on top of dolores park. Killer stairwell which lead to a killer view. The house party opened with being offered with some unknown mystery shot in a paper cup. And you know what?!?! I declined! For gawd sakes! The true evidence that I have become an old curmudgeon. How embarrassing. But their bathroom was nice, perhaps a little too match-ie for me, but nice. And they had one of those above the counter bowls which I don't know the proper name for, and have mixed opinions about. Looks great, but doesn't seem practical enough.

Flippers. Should be cleaner than it is.

The Kaiser bathroom has a pull cord for assistance. And yes. I pulled.

Wow. I was really slacking!

My crush for today:
Juliette Binoche